insideoflight | Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

((ooc: continuation of this!))

[Going back to his usual nights had been a bummer, to say the least. Sure, Lance was used to it, but he couldn't get the boy he met out of his head. In a way, it was kind of nice to at least have someone to fantasize about to make things a little easier to deal with, though he felt bad about using his image like that. But you gotta do what you gotta do in a business like this.

It isn't long, though, before their date night comes up. Lance has spent all evening working on making himself look good. Not his usual hooker-y flashiness, but just...good. Casual but still a little sexy. His jeans are tight enough to be a second skin, and his top shows off his broad shoulders and a little bit of stomach when he bends just the right way. He puts on the lightest bit of makeup, just to bring out his eyes. By the time he's done, his phone buzzes, and--oh. Keith's already here. He quickly pulls on his boots, grabbing his wallet before eagerly heading down the stairs of his building.

When he sees Keith on his bike, he heads over, taking no time in giving him a kiss on the cheek to greet him.]

Missed you, Keithy Keith.

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[Lance happily meets each and every kiss, content to explore Keith's mouth while his hand trails along his body again. It isn't long before he goes right to the prize, wrapping his hand around Keith's erection and starting to stroke it firmly but slowly.

Yeah. This is something he knows he'd actually be happy to do in his free time. Between kisses, he watches Keith's expression, adjusting his grip as needed to really make him feel good.]

[ their kiss breaks off with a low groan, his hard length practically jumping for joy in lance's hold. as soon as lance touches him, he remembers again how good it feels when someone else is touching you, and his hips arch into lance's hands eagerly.

he drops his head down to rest his forehead against the crook of lance's neck, breathing heavily. ]

I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt before, Keithy. God, I want to.

[His free hand cards through Keith's hair, nails scraping against his scalp, as he continues to stroke him steadily. This isn't a job, this is Lance honestly wanting to do his hardest to show Keith a good time. Because he likes him, because he wants him.]

This is gonna feel so good inside me...

[ keith tries to laugh again — something nervous or bashful but it jist winds up sounding like a strangled moan, half-syllable, half-breath. one of his hands smooths against lance's side, then moves around to flatten against his lower back, and then lower still til he's got his hand clutching around one pert cheek, squeezing and tugging in appreciation. ]

Want — wanna be inside you, [ he pants out, despite clearly enjoying lance's fist around him. ]

Then c'mon. Permission granted.

[He gives him a little squeeze and a bite of a kiss before spreading his legs underneath him. Lance isn't completely hard yet, but his cock is definitely stirring noticeably.]

Do you want to prep me, or should I?

[ keith pulls away with a dazed sort of look. as if he somehow didn't expect it to... happen so soon? so easily??? it seems almost too good to be true, but there lance is, spreading his legs for him. ]

You — what?

[ yeah keith's brain hasn't caught up yet. how is he supposed to think about anything else when lance is presenting himself like this beneath him???? ]

Has all the blood gone to your dick?

[He grins, reaching up to boop Keith's noise, because he can.]

You heard me. I want it too. So if you're game, I'm definitely game.

[ the boop just throws him off even more. (maybe all the blood had gone to his head...)

but okay. game. lance is game. he's game. everyone's game.

now what...??

oh — right. lube! and condoms. he starts to move, grabbing for them, fumbling with some of the packets. okay wait which does he do first — okay, condom condom. just gonna. hastily roll one on.... ]

[Keith. Oh, Keith, how are you so unfairly adorable. Lance just wants to curl around you and kiss your forehead and keep you forever. But first, he wants the dickening. Cuddle time can come later.]

I can take anything you throw at me, soooo... You don't have to hold back, okay?

[ he considered that. like truly considered that. even outside of the bedroom, he doesn't think anyone's ever really trusted him with anything before, and here lance is saying he is okay with everything. he swallows thickly under that kind of faith, even if it simply just lance's faith in his own capabilities...

and then a thought strikes him. ]

...Anything, huh?

[ the packets of lube remain ignored for the time being. instead, keith is reaching down and hoisting lance's hips up, nearly tugging the other man perpendicular to the bed. before lance can wonder what's going on, he drops his mouth down over lance's entrance, making a slow swipe of his tongue over it. ]

[Wait, wha--

Lance lets out a squeak of surprise, followed by a moan when he feels Keith's tongue against him. He definitely wasn't expecting that, nope, but to hell if he's going to be complaining. His cock twitches against his stomach, its interest growing by that touch.]

Holy-- Can I keep you?

[ a breathy chuckle, and a smile around an eager tongue. keith isn't sure what spurred on this particular move, but he's a man of instinct and impulse, if nothing else, and so he's pleased to see it paying off.

he laps at lance's entrance with enthusiasm, getting that tight ring of muscle nice and slick. when he feels lance's thighs begin to quiver, he puts a little more power behind his tongue, slowly pushing in just to feel that ring of muscle give. ]

[All he can really do is lay there, giving a shuddering sigh. He hasn't had this done to him in...god, almost ever. Maybe once with an old boyfriend, before he started working this job. Keith seems to know exactly how to use his tongue, and Lance couldn't feel more grateful.]

You...ahhh, 's good...

[ keith is running purely on instinct here, and frankly he's relieved that for once his instinct isn't failing him. he works at lance carefully, ears keen for every sound he makes. eventually one hand strays to start fiddling with a lube packet. coats his fingers and draws his head up so he can start smoothing a slicked finger over lance's entrance, carefully pressing in. ]

Alright...?

That's fine...

[He hasn't been actually taken care of like this in ages. Usually, he'd just quickly prep himself, or a customer would quickly fumble through it. But this? This is all...caring and sweet, actually mindful.]

[ keith hums in response, working his finger in carefully until he feels the resistance begin to give, and only then does he add a second finger in. the pair scissor and curl, dragging along lance's inner walls, trying to be patient all the while.

admittedly, that's getting harder and harder the more he looks at him. ]

Keith...

[He bites the corner of his lip. Lance is definitely starting to grow impatient as well, wanting more than just Keith's fingers inside of him.]

C'mon. More.

Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

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